Chapter 101

“Dezeb....”

“Giving up makes life easier.”

Giving up would not make anything easier.

If she gave up now, she would have to make sorbet, jam, and juice out of six whole kilograms of strawberries. Her mind filled with anguish, but the strawberries did not disappear....

He stubbornly loaded every box into the camper van and parked at a nearby campsite.

“Go wash up.”

Sticky from picking strawberries inside the greenhouse, Erabelle welcomed the instruction.

More importantly, Dezeb was already placing the boxes of strawberries beside the sink. Erabelle did not waste the opportunity to escape that mountain of fruit, even if only briefly.

“Try some.”

By the time she emerged from the shower, he had already finished preparing all the strawberries. The gleaming fruit had been cleaned and hulled. He truly was astonishingly efficient. After piling a generous portion onto a plate and handing it to her, he went to wash up himself.

Even after he had taken out that many, the remaining strawberries still resembled a mountain. Determined to reduce the quantity by eating as many as she could, Erabelle diligently helped herself.

“Are they good?”

“Yes....”

His hair still wet, Dezeb leaned both elbows on the table and smiled at her.

For some reason, she felt uneasy.

Her premonition proved correct. He fed her a strawberry, then told her to feed it back to him directly from her mouth.

“We’ve been together for four years. We can do this much by now.”

“......”

Erabelle squeezed her eyes shut, then cautiously brought the strawberry to his chillingly beautiful lips. He tilted his chin and parted them slightly, only to push the strawberry away with his tongue.

What am I supposed to do if you push it away?

She cautiously glanced at him and found laughter in his eyes. Naturally, every attempt to slip the strawberry past his tongue ended in failure. The difference in their physical levels extended to their tongues as well. No matter how hard she pushed, all she accomplished was rubbing her tongue against his.

“I told you to feed me.”

“I’m trying....”

“Mm. Am I getting in your way?”

Yes....

Erabelle held her breath. Whispering against her mouth, he slowly followed the trail of spilled strawberry juice with his tongue, licking down from her lower lip to her chin and the line of her throat....

“Ah....”

Then he pushed up her T-shirt and bra and crushed her soft, pale breast beneath his tongue. He sucked hard enough to bite, then prodded her nipple with the tip of his tongue. Erabelle twisted reflexively. Dezeb caught both her arms and sucked at the soft flesh of her breasts until he was satisfied. Her yielding flesh was sweet enough to melt.

Then an entertaining idea occurred to him.

Contenting himself with chewing and swallowing several strawberries instead of Erabelle’s flesh, he stripped off his T-shirt and pushed down his sweatpants. His erect penis sprang upward.

When he perched on the table, Erabelle’s eyes widened as though she knew what was coming. She was quick to notice things, but the problem was that she rarely had any way to respond.

He took several strawberries and crushed them against his cock.

Erabelle looked terrified.

“Try some.”

They were the same words he had spoken before, but her reaction was entirely different. Dezeb laughed softly because she was adorable. He calmly pulled her closer by the back of her neck and tapped his glans against her lips. Tears gathered in her blankly widening eyes.

Erabelle disliked giving oral sex just as much as he did.

Unlike Dezeb, who found waiting for pleasure tedious, Erabelle was frightened by the pleasure she herself experienced while sucking him.

She simply couldn’t understand it.

She had been in this world for fourteen years, yet she was remarkably slow to adapt. By now, she should have accepted the common knowledge here that the bodily fluids of a compatible partner struck directly at the nervous system.

Her small tongue brushed his urethral opening, while the roof of her mouth enveloped his glans and shaft. He pushed a little more of the crushed strawberry into her mouth. The way she lapped timidly at him was adorable; the sight of her swallowing her saliva was intensely arousing.

Dezeb gazed down at Erabelle tenderly as he rubbed the underside of his glans over her tongue.

“Haah, haah....”

He held the back of her head and pulled out for a moment. While Erabelle caught her breath, he picked up two more strawberries, crushed them together with his precum, and slipped his penis back into her mouth.

He wanted to open her throat, ram the entire thing inside her, sever it at the base, and feed it to her. It would grow back anyway.

Prompted by the impulse, he picked up the pack of cigarettes he had tossed onto the table and put one between his lips. With a click, he rolled the flint wheel of his metal lighter, lit the cigarette, and inhaled deeply.

It would be fun to fill her stomach with my cock and fuck her from below, but Erabelle would only put up even more walls between us. If she vomited up the half-digested remains while I was fucking her, I could kiss my ordinary life with her goodbye forever.

“Remember this carefully.”

He spoke as he withdrew his penis from her small mouth.

“You crush a few strawberries against your genitals, then feed them to me while rubbing yourself over my tongue. Do you remember?”

Her tear-filled eyes suggested that she remembered the instructions but did not understand why she had to follow them.

“You remember, right?”

“What? Yes....”

He rose from the table and lifted Erabelle, slinging her over his shoulder. Supporting her flailing bottom with one hand, he picked up the plate of strawberries with the other and carried her to the bed.

It took only a few steps.

Erabelle’s living space was small, and the short distance to the bed was its sole advantage. Of course, the lack of anywhere to escape his gaze was another advantage. Erabelle strongly tended to forget about anything she couldn’t see, which meant she became correspondingly restless whenever something was right before her eyes.

Come to think of it, she truly was vulnerable to visual stimuli.

For him, that was at least fortunate.

After setting down the plate, he gently lowered her onto the bed. Erabelle curled into herself like a frightened pill bug.

“Erabelle, hurry up and feed me. Don’t keep me waiting.”

He placed a strawberry between her lips. With the red fruit held in her mouth, she merely darted her eyes around, watching him for clues. She apparently could not summon the courage.

“Hurry.”

At his urging, she straightened with a violent tremble and took the strawberry from between her lips. Then she bit down hard on them, hurriedly pulled down her pants, and crushed the fruit between her legs. Having decided to do it, she seemed determined to get it over with as quickly as possible.

Dezeb laughed quietly at the sight.

He lay facedown and leisurely licked up the juice running beneath her.

As expected, she had felt pleasure while sucking his penis earlier, and her arousal was mixed with the fruit juice. He probed between the crushed pulp with the tip of his tongue, then slipped both arms beneath her thighs, fully embraced the space between her legs, and spread the plump flesh apart with his fingers. He flattened his tongue against her, lifted it away, and kissed her lightly.

“You’re supposed to feed it to me while rubbing yourself against me.”

“...What?”

“If you pretend you don’t understand, you won’t get any sleep tonight.”

Apparently, she did want to sleep. When he spread his tongue broadly against her again, she timidly rubbed herself over it, her hips twitching. He snickered and extended his tongue in one long stroke all the way to her perineum. Erabelle twisted and cried at the monstrous, unnatural length of it.

He guided her slender wrist back toward the plate and demanded more.

“Ahhh....”

Even while crying, she obediently did as instructed. A sudden urge to torment her rose within him, but he restrained himself because she looked so lovely with her body heated so obscenely and fluid dripping from below. His eyes grew hazy as he pressed his lips against her and sucked repeatedly.

“...More.”

“I-I don’t think we’ll have enough strawberries....”

“Mm?”

Puzzled by the unexpected remark, he raised his eyes slightly. Hiding her flushed face behind both arms, Erabelle peered at him through the gap and hurriedly explained herself.

“If-if we freeze them to make s-sorbet, and make jam and j-juice... there won’t be e-enough....”

She rattled it all off despite trembling violently.

He grinned.

“We can buy more at the supermarket.”

“I-it’s much healthier to make it yourself... and there aren’t any a-additives....”

He sucked hard.

Erabelle stopped breathing and shook uncontrollably. Enclosing her hand with his, he made her grip another strawberry and crushed it over her swollen clitoris himself. He nosed through the juice, drove his tongue deep inside her, and twisted it as though licking her inner walls. Erabelle went rigid and convulsed.

Laughing, he planted light, repeated kisses on her small clitoris, its core standing prominently erect.

“Ah... sob....”

“Shall I put it in now?”

“...Sob, what?”

It had been phrased as a question, but he rose and thrust his penis inside her all the way to the base.

“......!”

Erabelle curled inward, trembling violently.

“Are you punishing me because I nagged you earlier?”

He laughed and peppered her with teasing little kisses. Erabelle’s eyes, however, were already rolling back. Pressing his pubic bone firmly against her spasming inner walls, he ground against her wildly before thrusting upward with an audible slap.

“Aaah—!”

He scattered kisses beside the panting Erabelle’s ear, driving his knees behind her thighs as he pounded deeper. Wet flesh separated with lewd, slick slaps.

Erabelle clung to his arm as though it were a lifeline. Wiping away her cold sweat and tears, he thrust deeply enough to reach behind her womb. His glans repeatedly kissed the sealed end of her inner walls. As though imitating them, he kissed her lips again and again.

“S-sa....”

“If you beg me to save you again, I’ll fuck you in the ass too.”

“S-sor... sorry....”

“...What?”

Dezeb stopped with a jolt, then his shoulders began to shake.

“Ah—you nearly made me come from laughing.”

He raised his head and slowly swept his damp hair back.

“Are you really going to do this every time?”

The baseless suspicion that she was doing it deliberately brought an aggrieved look into Erabelle’s eyes. Meeting her gaze, Dezeb tilted his head at an angle and extended his tongue to lick his own lips.

Erabelle’s face turned scarlet in an instant.